"Good morning, President Ye."
"Good morning, President Ye."
"Happy newlywed, President Ye..."
Ye Shuang arrived at the company early in the morning, and the employees greeted him one after another. The grand wedding from a few days ago had naturally spread throughout the company, since quite a few employees had attended the reception and knew about Ye Shuang marrying Chen Qin.
Chen Qin was currently in a semi-retired state, so even though Ye Shuang was only the vice president, in the eyes of many employees, he was almost equivalent to the chairman of the group.
It wasn't just the employees who thought this way; even the shareholders who had just finished a regular meeting felt the same. After all, the real power in the group now was almost entirely in Ye Shuang's hands, giving him absolute authority.
No one had imagined that someone who had joined the group less than a year ago could reach this point.
...
"Hmm?"
After returning to his office, even though he had come in later than usual today, Ye Shuang didn't notice An Shiyu's presence. She wasn't the type to be late normally, or even if she was, she wouldn't be this late.
"Where did she run off to?" Just as this thought crossed Ye Shuang's mind, a knock came from the office door.
"Come in."
Kou Kou pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Ye Shuang before speaking.
"President Ye, there's a letter for you here."
A letter?
Ye Shuang was stunned. In this age of digital information, who still wrote paper letters? Or was this an anonymous complaint letter?
After taking it, Ye Shuang glanced at it.
"..."
[The world is so big, I want to go out and see it.]
The signature read, An Shiyu.
The cryptic message left Ye Shuang silent for a few seconds before he hesitantly said, "Is this... a resignation letter?"
Pulling out his phone, Ye Shuang called An Shiyu.
A few seconds later, the call connected. "Hello?"
Ye Shuang asked, "Little Yu, what's wrong? Don't you want to work anymore?"
"I feel bored, so I don't want to do it anymore," came An Shiyu's lazy voice from the other end. "I'm planning to travel around the world recently."
"Oh, I see..."
"What, do you want me to stay?"
In the airport waiting lounge, An Shiyu stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside, lightly kicking the floor.
"Anyway, you're married now, so you don't need me anymore."
"Of course I need you." Ye Shuang's voice came through the phone, and it caught An Shiyu off guard, her eyes brightening slightly.
"Your work ability is too strong—I can't bear to let you go," Ye Shuang said with a chuckle.
"Work ability, huh..." An Shiyu turned around, leaning her back on the railing. Her expression seemed to relax, and she finally said simply, "Forget it, I still want to go out and get some fresh air. That's it."
"Huh?"
"Click—"
After hanging up, An Shiyu tilted her head back slightly and raised her hand to look at the platinum little fish pendant on her wrist, which shimmered through a ray of sunlight.
She cherished it, so she always kept it polished, making the light it reflected especially bright.
"Hey, stop daydreaming—it's almost our turn."
A voice came from the side. Anshi Yi, wearing pink cat-ear headphones, walked over with her hands in her pockets. Seeing An Shiyu lost in thought, she spoke up.
"It's nothing. Let's go."
"Did you say a proper goodbye?"
"Yeah." An Shiyu paused at the question before nodding. "Mm."
The two walked side by side toward the boarding gate.
"Are you crying?"
"Shut up..."
...
...
Ye Shuang initially thought An Shiyu was joking, but in the following days, she seemed to vanish completely. Occasionally, he would receive postcards from various places around the world, proving that An Shiyu's global trip wasn't just a joke.
But eventually, even the postcards stopped coming.
During this time, Bai Yuyou and the others achieved tremendous success at Aunt Xian's concert. On the stage of a ten-thousand-person venue, their performance, brimming with youthful energy, earned them the support and praise of Aunt Xian's older-generation fans.
And so, amid this busy work, life quickly rolled on. Chen Qin's belly grew bigger with each passing day.
Before long, it was time for her to give birth.
At the delivery room.
Ye Shuang was anxiously waiting. Even though Chen Qin had cheerfully told him before going in that everything would be fine, his heart was still racing.
"Brother, is Sister Chen Qin okay?"
After hearing about Chen Qin's labor, Bai Yuyou and the others arrived at the private hospital and saw Ye Shuang, his face full of worry.
"Yeah, she should be fine. The prenatal checks showed no issues."
Ye Shuang couldn't sit still—he would sit in a chair, then stand and pace, occasionally leaning close to the delivery room to listen for any sound.
"It'll be okay, Ye Shuang. Sister Chen Qin won't have any trouble." Bai Yuyou reached out and grabbed Ye Shuang's hand, offering a gentle word of comfort.
"Yeah, I know. Medicine is so advanced now."
Ye Shuang took a deep breath, but his brow remained furrowed.
After a while, Chen Qin's father, mother, and Chen Hai also arrived. Unlike Ye Shuang's anxiety, the two elders were quite composed—they had seen big moments before. Having a baby wasn't as nerve-wracking as Ye Shuang made it seem.
"Who is the family member of Miss Chen?" When the delivery room door opened, Ye Shuang rushed over. "Is everything okay?! How's my wife?!"
"Congratulations. Everything is fine with the mother, and the baby is a lovely little girl."
Upon hearing this, Ye Shuang instantly relaxed and couldn't help but smile. "Great, great. Can I go in and see her?"
"Not yet." The nurse holding the baby, along with another nurse, started listing the baby's details—from time of birth to weight—but Ye Shuang didn't take in a word, his eyes fixed on the delivery room.
"How's my wife doing?"
"Sir, your wife is fine. Please take a look at the baby first..."
"Can I go in?"
"Um, sir..."
Finally, Ye Shuang slowly came back to his senses, his gaze landing on the baby wrapped in a swaddling cloth—a rosy-faced but slightly wrinkled infant. It hit him: he was a father now.
"A daughter. A daughter is wonderful—she's lovely. Let her grandmother and grandfather hold her for a bit." Ye Shuang said this, but his eyes were still drawn to the delivery room.
Soon, Chen Qin was wheeled out on a medical cart. Her face was pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat, but thankfully, she seemed to be in decent shape.
"Mother and daughter are both safe."
"Safe—thank heavens." Seeing this, Ye Shuang finally felt a complete wave of relief wash over him.
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
